An afternoon rain...
Raindrops, I see them slowly fall from the sky,
they drip and splash, wetting all in their way
and a symphony of water entices us to play.
They gather into puddles and will soon be dry.
Rainbows, are seen by a certain few.
They appear from nowhere soon after the rain
and disappear as quickly as when they came.
Let us sit for a moment and enjoy the view.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| The future??? of baseball? | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| On the riverbank... | 0 | 04/01/2010 |
| Just so you know... | 1 | 12/21/2009 |
| Something to do, every now and then. | 1 | 11/11/2009 |
| Living Will | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| To Honor the Fathers: | 1 | 10/05/2009 |
| An afternoon rain... | 0 | 08/28/2009 |
| To Whom It May Concern: | 0 | 08/24/2009 |
| Through a Mother's eyes | 1 | 08/11/2009 |
| Perhaps | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| Poet vs Painter | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| The Banker | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| Kevin, | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
| You know her... | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
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